Suddenly, Ryan did not feel like going to work anymore.

As he kissed her rosy lips, his hand moved to loosen his tie.

"Don't..."

Carrie gasped softly, her face flushing as she caught his hand. "It's already tied perfectly. Don't ruin it. Let's wait until you come back..."

"Alright. You'll make it up to me tonight then," Ryan whispered huskily, his voice laced with desire as he nuzzled her ear.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she nodded shyly.

Yasmin had prepared breakfast. She was standing at the door, not wanting to intrude.

She could hear the intimate whispers and amorous sounds from inside the room. A smile played on her lips.

Ryan always lingered with Carrie until the very last moment before leaving.

a gift for

on the chair in front of the vanity. Then he opened a long jewelry

The white jade hairpin shimmered, and

of jewelry before, and you never wore any. But I want you to wear this. Let me put it

her silky hair. He then somewhat clumsily arranged it into a bun, as Yasmin had taught

he had done things he never thought

felt it was not enough. He thought he owed her

Ryan finished arranging the bun and inserted

more stunning. Her skin was fair, and her eyes were bright and lively, making even the finest treasures pale in comparison. "Carrie, do you know what it means when a man ties

bent down, his voice deep and tender. "It means you are

beam of warm, clear light from outside shone on Carrie's smooth, white cheek. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her ears turned

of the villa, with Yasmin

anyone at the academy in the

crying in his arms last night and the dark circle under her eyes this morning, his heart

sir. Other than attending classes and painting

"Sir, is something wrong with

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